The South

Although the southern parts of the city might not have the luxuries of the north or the down town vibe of the east, but these suburbs still have their own sort of charm. Here small neighborhood owned shops often run rampant, individuals often know each other by first name. The west is a quaint, quiet part of town. It's the sort of place where children can be seen playing safely on the sidewalks and clamoring in the park. On the weekends in the families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters that surround the city.

What's You'll Find Here

Beachside Bar & Bistro

Beachside Bar & Bistro

Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

Hyde Park

Hyde Park

Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.

The Outskirts

The Outskirts

Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often times seen as a way to guard this magical city from the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.

This Is Usually The Part Where People Scream..(Open)209.237.83.45Posted On January 27, 2018 at 1:20 PM by Braxton Redfield

Don’t Believe Thy Majesty, They’ll Eat You Alive

There was an air about him at the present time. He had a certain look to him, like he was looking for company that could satisfy his want for someone or something that was bad. Braxton, clothed in a vibrant red shirt, and his ever so favorite and signature black jacket and dark worker pants, and shoes that were a dark shade of grey, roamed the familiar paths of Hyde Park. This was where he and that delicate little flower of his met. He smirked a little at the thought of her, those baby blues looking at him in sheer terror, and her voice that was filled to the brim with nervousness. Little did she know, she was only feeding an addiction; One that no one could fix for that matter. As he walked into the main area of Hyde Park where, he walked by that bench where the lovers had sat.

The dark man snickered with venom as he would sit down for a moment. Reaching into his inner pocket for a fresh pack of cigarettes that still had the plastic around them. He'd swiftly rip the plastic from the container and threw it in the nearest trash bin. With great ease, he'd start packing the cigarettes with force. A woman, dressed in a floral print dress and opaque heels that were also matched with a cream jacket passed by him. She waved at him and flashed a beautiful smile, but Braxton would simply look at her and she what she really was: Anything but innocent. Her appearance hid many details to the normal eye, but not to Braxton. “I'd appreciate you not looking at me… But...Shame about your fiance turning out to like the same equipment. Then again, you always were easy.” He said to her as he opened his smokes, and would pull a fresh cigarette from the paper package. Putting the filter between his lips, he smirked as the woman gasped at him with teary eyes and slapped him across the face. The cigarette that sat perfectly in his mouth, would fling out of his lips and on to the wet ground.

His only reaction was a chuckle that was of the most villainous nature, as he stood up and tilted his head. “Dearest. I like pain, and I haven't had a good slap in the face since my late wife… Care to give me another? Maybe slap me like you slapped the man who stole your fiance?” Braxton would laugh as he pulled another smoke out, and would watch the woman storm off in tears. Braxton felt a great rush go through him as he would waste no time lighting his cigarette, and inhaling the nicotine, and exhaling a huge plume of smoke. He'd sit back down on the bench and look around. The park certainly reminded him of how things used to be. Colonial Times were much different in the fact of there was much for woodlands and wildlife, vice in this day and age. Where if you went out of town, you could see homes and little shops set up.

Braxton did miss those days, he did love the ease of technology, and how his wealth he accumulated throughout his years made it to where he could own whatever or even, whoever if he felt like it. However, cigarettes where his go to vice for the time being. Taking another long drag, and exhaling yet another plume, he scanned the park. All he could see for the time being was people just enjoying themselves, and kids laughing and playing. “Tsch. What a disgusting display.” Braxton said aloud as he flicked the ash from his smoke and would turn back to observing the trees and birds fluttering about. It was clear he was bored, and he needed some form of human interaction, or better yet, entertainment.